Make a cuppa, put your feet up and enjoy the marvels of Pat Benetar
Think if me, and pity me for how I will feel in the morning.
What is it about angry Dad’s in 80’s filmclips?
This one, “Papa Don’t Preach”, “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” and “We’re Not Gonna Take It” by Twisted Sister.
Damn those Baby Boomer parents, don’t they know we are just wild and crazy kids who just WANT TO DANCE?
Have a tops Saturday night wherever you are choppsies
xx
Due to my promotion at work I now have a new mobile number. As you can imagine as I have the attention span of a stapler for shit like that I am already sick of carrying 2 phones around and only managed to text about 9 people my new number before I gave up.
So if you text me and I don’t reply just give it a few hours, I’ll check my old phone every night. If you would like my new number please email me and I’ll email it to you. You can find my email address by going to my profile here.
This post is boring the crap out of me already
Tonight we are going to Schmoopy’s friend Tegan’s 30th.
It’s 80’s themed so I think I will rehash my Pat Benetar outfit
Gah. Hope I don’t look like Denise “Ding-Dong” Drysdale this time.
When I was about 7 or so, i wanted nothing more than to be a “Solid Gold Dancer”
My brother Paul and I fucking loved the show and would dance around the lounge room being the “Solid Gold Dancers” (never just a dancer you will note but a “Solid Gold Dancer”)
Anyway, this following clip has made my day,
I mean, how high cut can those leotards get?
Watch it and give me your thoughts.
There is a problem with having a few drinks and then being tucked up in bed by about 9 or 10 pm, I tend to wake up with a raging thirst at about 4:30am and lie in bed fantasising about the Pineapple Juice in the fridge.
If only someone would hand deliver it to me.
So. I was in and out of sleep from about 4:30 – 5:30, where I was randomly dreaming I had the juice but I would then go to drink some juice, but …. no juice. Because I dreamt I got the fucking juice.
One of my flatmates then came home (I think this was about 5am) but before he came in the front door, he decided to finish his call, which is nice and considerate, you know, not coming into the house mid-way through a conversation and potentially wake your flatmates up….
Do you think I need to remind him my bedroom is on the street and the little wall he was leaning to to finish his conversation is like 30cms away from my window?
He is just lucky I was awake anyway. And I was thirsty…
I gave him about 25 minutes to get into his room and settle down (and I had a little nap too) before I finally dragged myself to the kitchen and thumped about for a bit fixing a juice and some Saladas. i must have walked back and forth over that kitchen floor at least 8 times, hovering around particularly squeaky spots.
Oh. Did I forget to mention his room is under the kitchen and kitchen has very squeaky floorboards? That’s payback for waking me up at least 3 times a week every week when you are pissed and trying to get in the front door or babbling away to your friends outside my window at peculiar hours.
The juice was well worth the 1.5 hour wait, now I just have to wait 45 minutes for the coffee shop to open and I will be as fresh as a daisy. I think I will have another nap.
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